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Because of the 12th Anniversary... Looking for group!

Welcome to the World of Warcraft Meme!

Congratulations Hero! You know find yourself in ~~Azeroth, Outlands or Draenor~~ the World of Warcraft. You are now bound by that universes rules and unique mechanics. Maybe you're a native or maybe you know damn well that you're trapped in a giant MMO. What do you do?

Classes - Races - Locations

Rules!

- Pick a class and/or race! Post your character!
- Put in the comments your characters race and class combo!
- Tag others! Go to RNG and plug in 1 to 19!
- Profit because time is money! Have fun!

Prompts!

1. Going on a treasure hunt, a gold star marks the map!
There you are minding your own business, trying to determine which path through the forest will get you to your destination the quickest. You'd fly but for some reason that isn't allowed. You notice on your map the tell-tale gold star that a treasure is nearby. Hey, who doesn't need more treasure?

2. But what I really want to know is are you gonna go my way?
Embisile the Boneheaded has lost his way from his group. How he came to be in the middle of the wilderness is anyone's guess. He assures you that if you get him back to his camp, the rewards will be great. Will you escort him back? (Spoilers. He's called the Boneheaded for a reason.)

3. CITIZENS OF AZEROTH!
You've been down this road before, Champion. The Archmage is shouting again, best to go see what he wants. (What's it going to be this time, Khadgar? A billion and one crystals? Assault a heavily fortified moving train? Swim out to the middle of nowhere? WHAT?!) It will probably be bizarre and unconventional and you might die a little.

4. Abercrombie and Stitch
So you've been duped into helping a terrible necromancer create an abomination. It happens but now you have to deal with it. It's large and ugly and heading for the town of Darkshire. Its name is Stitches and he only wants to play.

5. The tank is DPS! The tank is DPS!
It looks like picking up a group of rag-tag strangers is the only way you're going to get to 'visit' Karazhan. You posted a raid. Who signed up? Remember Murphy's Law, whatever can go wrong will go wrong.

6. A more wretched hive of scum and villainy.
You have to deliver a package from Stormwind to Goldshire, specifically to the Inn. There are bandits that travel the roads. Murlocs that live in the surrounding lakes. Kobolds, bears and wolves also patrol, oh my. That's not even the worst part. That's just scum on the floor, right?

7. Out to Outland!
Hero, you've answered the call to arms! If the Burning Legion captures it, it will serve as a jumping point for invasions. If the combined forces of the Alliance and the Horde capture it, it can be used as a staging ground to fight the Legion. There's a lot of work to do you and best get to it. Wait. What's that noise? Uh-oh. Better run!

8. Deja vu.
You've managed to survive Outland, a cataclysm, Pandaria, Outland again and you finally find yourself in the Broken Isles. You're walking in the woods. There's no one around and your hearth is on cool-down. The ground shakes. Out of the corner of the eye, you spot him. The ground shakes. It's probably too late but you don't have to be the quickest. You just have to not be the slowest... maybe.

9. A song in the gulch! (It's a known theme.)
We shall fight in the valleys, we shall fight in the eye of the storm, we shall fight in the basins and in the temples, we shall fight in the mines; we shall never surrender. You know the objective! You've committed yourself to it! Are your compatriots doing the same or are they fighting in the middle of the road? You might want to rethink never surrendering, love isn't the only thing that's a battlefield.

10. Third time's the charm?
They're back and this time they're bigger and meaner! The Burning Legion has yet again turned their gaze to Azeroth. It's a planet wide call-to-arms. They've tested the mettle of Azeroth's forces with small invasions. They've landed in the Broken Isles and defeated the combined forces of the Horde and the Alliance. However, the fight isn't over yet. Put on your armor, pick up your weapon and get out there! Azeroth needs you!

11. Jinkies.
It's time. You've plotted your strategy. You've repaired your gear. You have food and health potions. Everyone knows what to do but it only takes one idiot to waylay the best plans of orcs and men. You're about to ask if everyone is ready to go when, all of a sudden... "LEEROY JENKINS!" GDI Leeroy. This is why we can't have nice things.

12. Well, crap.
You didn't think you'd escaped it, did you? It never fails. Wherever you go, people always give you crap to do, crap to dig through and in general, just crap. What is it this time? Did Pippins the Pug swallow a family heirloom and their owner is too dainty to dig through the dog's leavings to find it themselves? Do you need the partially digested berries in order to make a potent potion? You've had it up to here with the figurative and literal crap! When will it end?

13. Would you call a cookie a son of a batch?
You're a mission to become the best cook in Azeroth like no one ever was. To learn and bake them all is your new cause. You will travel across the land, searching far and wide. Each ingredient to understand the deliciousness inside! You must get the ingredients yourself. Have you seen the prices the Auction House charges? No, thank you. You'll get those one-hundred bear flanks yourself. (If all bears in Azeroth have flanks. You've been around and you've seen a lot. You know it's debatable.)

14. I give a damn about my bad reputation!
You've brought in fifty eggs from the spotter leopard lizard. Tomorrow, you'll bring in another fifty eggs. Are you after a reward? Money? Jewels? No. It's something more tedious than that, rep. Grind, baby, grind.

15. At night it comes.
Tonight, a full moon will hang in the sky. You've taken shelter at a farm located far from town. The family seems nice but on edge but as the sun starts to set, they take many precautions in securing their farm. They have more safety measures than even you would think normal. Before the sun can slip beneath the horizon, you find yourself locked in the farmhouse with the entire family. When darkness finally falls, you hear it, the howling. What's out there? The Family won't answer and if you leave, they will not allow you back in. Will your curiosity get the better of you?

16. Isn't life Nagrand?
You've allowed yourself a moment before the next calamity hits. Maybe the Lich King will show his wrath again in a frozen boogaloo or the Twilight Hammer's cult has found a way to resurrect Deathwing or it'll be something surprising. Either way, you've decided to relax. Maybe you've gone fishing. Maybe you've gone to the local tavern for a pint. Maybe you're having a picnic in a field of flowers. Either way, you're going to enjoy your few moments of peace.

17. Wildcard/Player's Choice!
Pick your favorite! Have your own idea? Create it! What? You thought this would be last? Ha!

18. It's a complicated concept.
You've gone and done it. It wasn't your fault. You were trying your best but you didn't see the patrol sneaking up from the side. Maybe you were trying to maneuver into a prime casting spot only to back right up into a mob of undead spider-things. Or perhaps your just damn unlucky. Either way, everything in the room and surrounding area wants to kill you now that you've got aggro.

19. And I-I-I will always guard you-you...
Your reputation is quite well known. You could have been in command if not for some intricate and perplexing reasons. Who wants to be the leader anyway? You have more important things to do such as keeping said leader out of trouble. You're their bodyguard. You get to follow them throughout their travels without any of the glory.

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[ After defeating her enemies with more DoTs, she spends her free time tinkering and playing in glitter. ]

Edited 2016-11-30 01:29 (UTC)

[ Voice testing! ]

[ 3. Just. 3. ]

The summons came and it found her. She stared at it for the longest time. The arcane blob didn't do anything. It was more polite than the warlock. What does he want? How can I get out of it? What if I just don't go? How about if I just pretend I never go it?

Ianta had a lot to do. There was the Legion. There was Suramar. There were bombs to build and magical staves to disintegrate into glittery powder.

She could have pretended that she never got the summons. Ianta Jones could have hightailed it back to the Dreadscar Rift with as much Pandaren beer as she could cart. It would have been safer. It would have protected her sanity until she was tasked with something that was even more insane than obtaining the Sargeras' scepter.

Ignoring it truly would have been the quieter option until it occurred to the warlock that Khadgar didn't know how to do quiet. Ianta Jones put on her whitest of white robes and then journeyed to Dalaran. She swore that if he wanted more apexis crystals should would make it rain crystals until even he got sick of them.

Maybe she had missed him?

Oh no, it was not apexis crystals at all. He had a large collection of them by that point anyways, he was more likely to be giving them out to the Champions instead. At least he would've if he thought they wouldn't try to string him up by his toes and feed him to the Legion as revenge. Perhaps another time.

What Khadgar had asked Ianta for was so much simpler, so much easier to do. But, first... he would need to wait for the Champion to come to him. He was not in the Violet Citadel standing with the other council members, for once and when Ianta would find him. Khadgar would be looking near frantic and covered in ink.

There was ink everywhere. On his robes, hands, pants, boots, face and more importantly... it looked like the Archmage had dyed only sections of his white hair black. Yes... he had smudged it through his hair as well. When Khadgar spotted the warlock he summoned, he clapped his hands together and gestured for her to come to him.

"Champion... I am in desperate need of your help."

What then? Form an assault team to strike a heavily fortified moving train? Try to penetrate and impregnable fortress in order to retrieve a piece of jewelry? Make sure that the three species of elves got along and didn't kill each other? WHAT?

Ianta looked at the Archmage. She smiled. He was a mess. He looked ridiculous. It would make a great story for back at the Slaughtered Lamb. If he didn't notice the ink everywhere then she would not mention it.

Being that she was a warlock, she became more serious as she walked further in. Ianta was going to keep well away from the ink. Her robes were white, pristine in fact. It would take ages to get them clean again.

"What do you require Archmage?" Ink from a monster than can only be found in the deepest parts of Vashj'ir but getting the ink is the easy part? Ianta Jones had a lot of feelings when it came to missions that Khadgar wanted done. It wasn't that she didn't like Khadgar. However, Ianta had done a lot of insane things for him.

Ah, no, no, all of those were wrong. What Khadgar required was incredibly... plebian compared to his other requests. But, he was sure the Champion would find some fault in his request, but, ah... that was to be expected. He smiled at the woman, lifting his hand to rub at the back of his head sheepishly as he tried to put what he needed into words that were delicate and not about to make the other simply leave him there.

"I require around 50 dreamleaf, I am out of ink as you can see," he told the other, straightening himself out after gesturing to his whole being. "However, they must be fresh and for me to collect then myself.... well, I would need a companion to soothe the worry of certain people. I am asking you to accompany me to Val'sharah so I may gather the herbs myself. You can have anything else that we may get while it... but I desperately need the herbs. I am repairing a book that should serve to help you Champion's against the Legion... the original spell had gone very wrong..."

Ianta Jones was having a pint in the Slaughtered Lamb. It was the seedier of the two taverns that was located in the city's Mage Quarter. That was fine for most of the patron and staff. It kept the goody-goodies out. It kept most of the mages out.

The lack of people who were more inclined to the Light made it very good for the inhabitants of the tavern's basement inhabitants. No one need know that didn't need to know that warlocks had taken up residence. Again, it was for the best.

Ianta Jones was a warlock who just wanted a quiet drink before having to venture back out again. The demons could wait, right?

Edited 2016-11-30 03:50 (UTC)

The Slaughtered Lamb was practically next door to the make-shift Illidari camp in the mage district. So it was here that Zakkarius headed towards to rest and regroup before heading back to the broken isles. The demon bonded with his soul was restless, and he didn't feel like dealing with the zoo that was the Blue Recluse. Due to the late hour, there was no doubt that the place would be hopping.

The Demon Hunter welcomed the quieter and dimmer space of the Lamb as he entered the tavern. He cut a tall broad shouldered figure as he entered, ducking his horned head slightly so he wouldn't smack into the human sized doorway. He wore his typical leather armor, complete with large warglaives - but the mask that completely covered his face had been removed; leaving him in a dark red blindfold. The bartender recognized him and was all ready pouring the drink that he tended to favor. He gave a curt nod and tossed the required coins onto the counter, reaching out a talon tipped hand for the tankard.

He knew there were other patrons in the tavern, so he simply turned his head slightly as he tracked movements and studied various aura's with mild interest.

Ianta watched the night elf demon hunter enter the bar. Her interest was piqued although her posture hadn't changed. She had her back against the wall and her right arm resting on the table. There were several thoughts that ran through her mind.

Could a demon hunter be summoned? If they could be summoned, could a warlock control one? How much of them was demon? If Ianta Jones was completely without any scruples, she might be one of those kinds of warlocks. One of the types of warlocks that would let curiosity get the better of them and experiment. One of those types of warlocks that thought it was a good idea to summon a pit lord in Dalaran's underbelly.

All she wanted to do was enjoy her ale times ten and be left alone. However, she wasn't hiding the fact that she was looking at the demon hunter either.

He could feel her watching him. He didn't even have to 'look' at her directly. With his heightened awareness it was easy to tell. He took a swig of his drink, tilting his head slightly as he got a more peripheral sense. Ah....fel user. He could see it in her aura. He had interacted with enough warlocks lately that he took a guess that this caster was one of those. He could almost feel the thoughts churning in the woman's head behind her stare.

Turning, he leaned against the bar casually so that he was facing more in her general direction. Lowering his drink, he offered a small but slow, fanged grin. With the blind fold covering a chunk of his expression - it was hard to tell whether the gesture was sinister or friendly.

"Never seen an illidari up close?" He said with a hint of amusement. His voice, like others of his kind, was demonically tainted which created a rougher sound. He honestly didn't care what others thought of him whether it was negative or positive. It was entertaining in any case.

(Voice testing!)

Edited 2016-11-30 01:40 (UTC)

With the control orb in hand, Kate sat to work in dispelling the magical barrier that imprisoned and terrified Nightborne child. She didn't speak. That would have ruined the Nightborne illusion that she currently wore. It was the accent. The last thing she needed was the small, purple child questioning why she spoke 'funny'.

She worked quietly and every so often turned to look up and down the corridor to make certain she would not be interrupted. Kate turned back to the magical barrier and focused to make it drop. The barrier dropped and then Kate heard the sound of her doom.

"Something's not quite right..."

Oh, by the Light. Kate's eyes went wide. How had she not heard the Duskwatch Auditor creep up? Instinctively, she drew a shield around herself. There was a canal to her left. The Auditor's body could go in there.

Her illusion fell the moment launched a volley of Holy Light at the Auditor. There was a fight. The bridge above them protected Kate from observation. The Auditor eventually fell and Kate levitated the body until it was over the canal. Kate dropped it in. If they found the body, it wouldn't be anytime soon.

Her illusion was down.

"Stop right there, criminal scum!"

The fight and the subsequent murder had apparently not gone as unnoticed as Kate had thought. She had drawn the attention of two more and before she could get her illusion back up, they advanced upon her. Kate shook her head. She was not cut out for that sort of combat. She took to running. Kate had fucked up. She knew it. That was why the more Duskwatch Auditors joined the chase. It was no longer two, there were four.

Where was a conveniently placed basket when she needed it?

[pls don't annoy him by going 'who are you again?' ~~which means by all means, go annoy him~~]

( hello! would you like to play something with my Sylvanas? since there's a history there? i was thinking something with 16 if you're interested! )

(Destruction Warlock, which is to say fire, fire, and more fire, and explosive demon summoning. Also really foul mouth, uses and abuses all the variations of the word 'fuck' without hesitation)

[ pint sized affliction warlock with a violent holy priest twin and an overbearing nanny of a demon. ]

[ Post Broken Shore~ ]

( voice testing! because I've always wanted to, so be patient, but am open to anything! ♥ )

[Worgen warrior obviously]

Edited 2016-11-30 14:17 (UTC)

[Human Warrior]

[Sooo rusty. Sorry about any canonical mistakes on my end!]

[Voicetesting, slow probably.]

[He ought to be a goblin, tbh, BUT he is still a human Kirin Tor mage. Who thinks the Council is a bunch of fascists, and spends all his time complaining about them while making bank as an engineering trainer on the side.]

( Update and ready to go for Legion but younger patch varieties also available! )

[ ~~human paladin~~ oh who are we kidding, he's a bronze dragon ]

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Because of the 12th Anniversary... Looking for group!

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